[ Being drunk is likely the only way Oliver's going to get a straight answer out of Connor. At least right now. He's just not willing enough to be honest while he's sober. Immaturity, maybe. Fear, possibly. Whatever it is, it stunts him before he can progress anywhere. It's never really bothered him before. Oliver just wrecked the curve.
He kind of hates him for it. But he also still really likes him. It's a confusing jumble of feelings he still doesn't know what to do with. And he probably never will.
Connor's gaze shifts back to the floor, which speaks of nothing but guilt. Were there a jury here, he'd be convicted of douchebag behavior of the third degree and no one to blame but himself. What in the hell is he even supposed to say? ]
I don't know. I—It's how I get what I want. [ A hand rises to rub at the back of his neck as he struggles with the partial thoughts trying to find a match inside his head. Nothing's making sense and he feels like he's about to say something stupid or something he shouldn't say. ] Maybe self-sabotage.
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He kind of hates him for it. But he also still really likes him. It's a confusing jumble of feelings he still doesn't know what to do with. And he probably never will.
Connor's gaze shifts back to the floor, which speaks of nothing but guilt. Were there a jury here, he'd be convicted of douchebag behavior of the third degree and no one to blame but himself. What in the hell is he even supposed to say? ]
I don't know. I—It's how I get what I want. [ A hand rises to rub at the back of his neck as he struggles with the partial thoughts trying to find a match inside his head. Nothing's making sense and he feels like he's about to say something stupid or something he shouldn't say. ] Maybe self-sabotage.